A few not-so-shocking giveaways about this week’s new movie releases, including Justice League and Frank Serpico
Matthew Lickona 6 p.m., Nov. 17
It's not a movie; it's a play, filmed before a live audience (which then can pitch in as a volunteer laugh-track) rather than adapted specially to the medium. It is not much of a play either, for that matter: one of those one-man shows that seem to impress people primarily as a lot of hard work. The one man here -- Eric Bogosian, who also wrote the thing, as he did his one-man (play, not movie) Talk Radio -- works very hard indeed. And the widely diversified and sharply differentiated cast of "characters" -- panhandling New York junkie, British rock star promoting a fund-raiser for Amazonian Indians ("We are the world, so to speak"), Joisey street tough, Type-A executive, starving artist ("I want you all to love me, even though I hate all of you"), paranoid pothead, ten in all -- minimizes the potential tediousness of the genre. Directed by John McNaughton. 1991.